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John. What do you call his name? Fred. Why, Peter Vecchio. John. They say he can raise Devils, Can he make 'em Tell truth too, when he has rais'd 'em? for believe it, These Devils are the lyingst Rascals. Fred. He can compel 'em. John. With what? can he Tye squibs in their tails, and fire the truth out? Or make 'em eat a bawling Puritan, Whose sanctified zeal shall rumble like an Earth-quake? Fred. With Spells man. John. I with spoons as soon, dost thou think The Devil such an Asse as people make him? Such a poor coxcomb? such a penny foot-post? Compel'd with cross and pile to run of errands? With Asteroth, and Behemoth, and Belfagor? Why should he shake at sounds, that lives in a smiths forge? Or if he do— Fred. Without all doubt he do's John. John. Why should not Bilbo raise him, or a pair of bullyons, They go as big as any? or an unshod Car, When he goes tumble, tumble o're the stones, Like Anacreons drunken verses, [make us tremble?] These make as fell a noise; me thinks the colick Well handled, and fed with small beer— Fred. 'Tis the vertue— John. The vertue? nay, and goodness fetch him up once, H'as lost a friend of me; the wise old Gentleman Knows when, and how; I'le lay this hand to two pence, Let all the Conjurers in Christendom, With all their spells, and vertues call upon him, And I but think upon a wench, and follow it, He shall be sooner mine than theirs; where's vertue? Fred. Thou art the most sufficient, (I'le say for thee) Not to believe a thing— John. O Sir, slow credit Is the best child of knowl[e]dge; I'le go with ye, And if he can do any thing, I'le think As you would have me. Fred. Let's enquire along, For certain we are not far off. John. Nor much nearer. [Exeunt.